Again, I find myself at an impasse. Do I reach out? Would I, in doing so, help keep him on the feet that seem so unsteady now? Or would it only be a push towards that ledge, the one that sends him tumbling, the one against which I'm not sure either of us would hold? This is what I've needed help with. I don't know what the right course of action is.

Only that lies have no place here.

"Cass was in a Pit. She seems to be largely unaffected," I nod. "I was immersed in one myself. 1999."

Shortly after his death.